sacryfices.
the man who runs this place? ezra? no she couldn’t mean him, every time you’ve seen him interact with anyone else he’s always been so kind and giving. stern, maybe. but he’s a generous man, you see him as a father figure in your life. or even an emotional support grandpa. you shake your head, ‘ maybe you got it all wrong, he-he doesn’t do that he’s not like that. he’s one of the good guys, we all are! ’ there’s almost panic in your voice. you don’t know why she’s here but she’s clearly being deceitful, you know ezra wouldn’t harm anyone. ‘ i’m gonna get to the bottom of this. i’ll be back soon, do you um..need anything from the supermarket? ’ there’s one not too far from here that’s got walkers coming in and out but you, botkin, and sindy know your way around it by now.
lip trembles, “ you don’t believe me. “ of course he doesn’t. this is the age of brainwashing or blind compliance. what a fucking bootlicker, bro. eyes look downwards to lap, and you fiddle with rope behind your back, until it starts to give a little more. you shake head, allowing for some light tearing, forced out of frustration, to emerge from eyes, “ no. “ annoyed frown finds its way to lips, “ bye. “









